That witch. And her dirty hands. Stole my bread and scurried away like a mouse. But that is the last time. Mark my words. There is no tomorrow, no tonight, no now.
And if for some reason she spills her face into my world, again, then I will give up.
Perhaps it's time to be done with trying.
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